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The Prime MinisterKhar'pern |
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The CodebreakerAshteroth |
The GeneralMarceline |
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The ThinkersNaydraTitan |
The PoliticiansAraratAxelle Hollis Mae Nashira Serenity |
The WarriorsClarityKaeja Lysimache Starling |
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The TrinketsBelovedCato Cullen Güneşlenmek Isengrim Jigsaw Kazimir Octavius Starscream Yıldırım |
PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE"None." - Leader |
The OffspringDiccon (Cicada x Khar'pern) |
Rules• The Vulcan Peak is where homeless mares come to live as a sisterhood. Stallions may not live here except as captives or companions for the Leaders. • Warriors keep mainly to fighting, Thinkers keep mainly to raiding, and Politicians may do both, neither, or act as diplomats. Members may issue their own battles and raids, but should generally consult the General, Codebreaker or Prime Minister for permission. • All major decisions are determined by vote, but the Prime Minister maintains order within the Peak and has the final say. • Elections for leadership positions will be held every TLI summer, provided the qualifying criteria are met. • You can find detailed information about how the Peak works on the Rules page. |
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Posted on February 26, 2013 at 04:12:19 AM by ANATH
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| So much becomes more real when you close your eyes. The mare’s shining green ones were shut for what could have been an age… for what could have been seconds. She’s more relaxed than she has been in ages. The sound of the sea on the sand somehow calms her shaking mind, and that’s what comfort is for now. Her head starts to sort itself out, unraveling and knitting back together in such a way that she can understand a little bit better. Everything is a little bit better now. Lighter isn’t the right word, but better seems to fit. There isn’t a better way of thinking about her current situation.
The mare aches from the inside out. Her chest hurts, and it’s not the kind of hurt that you worry about. Something emotional, psychological is going on. The dun mare can’t place it. She’s nearly sick to herself, and that’s something that she doesn’t want to hold onto too tightly. Fifteen years is old, but not too old. She has plenty of life left in her, and that’s something that she can’t help but hold onto. Everything was starting to slip away, and the mare was getting to the point that sometimes she couldn’t cling to it. All in the same… everything would be alright. Everything would be alright at some time or another. The kings had been an integral part when she was younger. They’d been revered, they’d been respected… unless you were Anath’s father. Unless you were her uncle. Then there was something in those men that detested the king. They’d tried to take him out several times, they’d tried to remove him by force. The woman had been a warborn princess… it was something she’d clung to. She was revered. It was because of the kingships that Anath had been the daughter she was. She was the daughter everyone knew about. She was her father’s daughter. Anath missed those days. She missed being young and wild and free. It was something that she couldn’t hold onto… youth. Youth was fleeting and shining… if only she could hold on. The general was trying to hold on to what she couldn’t touch anymore. Her head was spinning with it, ill and sad and… she wasn’t sick. Anath ahd been sick enough times to know what it was like to get sick and have problems and struggle. There were enough times where she’d been fighting herself for her life. When her eyes open again, the mare can smell a new arrival. She’d been around for a couple days, maybe, but the champagne mare hadn’t seen her. There were several that she hadn’t really seen around… it was okay. It was fine. The champagne mare lowered her head, wondering if the blue and white creature had seen her. If not, Anath was going to stay lost in her own little world. Her thoughts had become her friends as of late, and that was starting to become a pain in the ass. She missed… what? Company, probably. Sunshine was strange. It danced through her field of vision, coloring the Peak and the sea with a certain golden light. The champagne figured she might be more golden too. Everything was warm, and warmth was comfort. Comfort was what she lived for… not like she’d let that part of it show. Her eyes flickered to the woman that was coming closer, turning to peer over her shoulder. Anath’s deep green gaze wasn’t as cold as it usually was… she’s been caught in a good mood. “I haven’t seen you around. Welcome.” The dun general’s eyes fall upon the painted blue mare, a shrug to her shoulders. She moves from her ledge, not wanting to have to share it with anyone that wasn’t Heart… it was stupid, but she didn’t care. Anath’s posture is regal, that of an authority figure, but not pretentious. Her ears pitch forward, tail swishing lightly in the stiff breeze off the ocean. Anath "HEROES GET REMEMBERED LEGENDS NEVER DIE " |
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- "I can't belong in the dirt." - By arris March 2, 2013 at 09:29:26 PM
- LEGENDS NEVER DIE - By ANATH March 3, 2013 at 10:32:22 PM
- "I can't belong in the dirt." - By arris March 4, 2013 at 08:50:12 PM
- LEGENDS NEVER DIE - By ANATH March 3, 2013 at 10:32:22 PM
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